Fragmentation Poems

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She smiled for a deep need of admiration Her world was of fantasy and delusion Her senses of mental fragmentation She welcomed someone When no one was there She never knew when she was sick Like demons tugging the stigma

Off from the beaten path Near a roaring sea Stood a quaint cottage quite a mystery Green moss lined its border Lived a sophisticated woman who demanded order Sweeping always cleaning The soon she would discover No one dared to

Through the breeze A slight scent of mint The Sumer didn’t even make a dent In the column of cosmic debris Hollow leaves with colors that bleed In Autumn the colors turn red To awake the barren lake Columns of

Shuuuuuuush! And listen! Listen carefully, To the rebirth of emotions strengthening bonds Bonds disguised in ignorance Listen, to the birth of revolutionary ideas which mother creativity Creativity which sprinkles glitter ❇ to this earth inform of epic art, soul touching

I’m hooked to this rusted gate and in a corner, That’s me – choking, and just choking, from slit ventilation and you just ignore. I hold your responses and stack all that comes, That’s me – waiting, and just waiting,

The surface rippled, Three pairs of feet plopped in And the tadpoles scurried To hide in caverns. Sighs of relief Brushed over the tiny rock pool As cool water Soothed sore feet. The tadpoles gambolled again, Silence drawing them out;

Almost always you appeared to me, a geometry of addition and subtraction. Some nights I’ve missed you in dark corridors of my fears. Some nights you thrilled me with your silver shining tenderness. But because of cowardice I frequently fail

The stadium goes dark and a hush falls- you can hear a pin drop; The sounds of pins dropping, Maybe it’s the patter of raindrops Or is it running feet- Oh, the anticipation! It’s a drumroll for the artist, As

This heart’s a dog Beats for everyone who is false Always broken Remains stolen Sometimes sweeter when stolen It might grow holes Blood might start to pour It might not be ever whole Might never get out of the fog

Do words inspire When spoken in the soft shadows, Of the veiled darkness? Are the lips that utter, The Holy Grail to wholesomeness. When shredded or shrouded In somnolence, Are words, then, A solace? Does silence amplify thoughts? And words,

I do feel the pain of letting go, stretching, pulling, dragging me across the floor, when I stop resisting, its like a flow pain seems less, so I let myself go with the flow, release all the tension stored, I

A wretched little hut still stands. Stained windows, a cranky door. There was laughter in it once, but nobody lives here anymore. Broken down by the waves of time, Still putting up a bold front. Violence, loneliness, pain, people moved

She came in pieces In the flitting moments Flying at the speed of mind Leaving a ruffled heart A purpose she gave A path she carved A journey to trek To find her yonder She appeared like the mayamrug Of

The value of wind is known, When it is hot and humid. The value of friendship is known, When the Friend is gone forever. The value of Money is known, When all squandered and none left. The value of parents

Soldiers are soldiers today or long ago So many not given the choice, they had to go Stories told like it was yesterday You could see the pain in their eyes Til this day some still cry Battles fought in

sailing along these cumbersome waves with scorching rays upon our heads paddling against the winds of time so i will sing as bell the chime riding towards our yon of passion poesy to the cliffs and peaks of infinite glory

People are more precious than things you own. Should not be picked up ‘n put down like a telephone. They can be emotionally fragile, so handle with care, don’t cast them off, ignore As a lost cause or beyond repair.

Faint is my expression, out of breath, chastised and drowned in whirl pools of confusion. Neither here nor am I there, in the clouds or the bottom of the ocean, whirl pools of confusion. A year be a day, an

When I think of you Lord I am happy you are there always following the path that I travel…and your hand is a guiding light that helps in the life journey. There is strength in prayers there is strength in

Last night moon was following me discreetly, skirting behind the trees. A white splendor drips, like a dropped coin on poor’s hand. Did you see the blood on roses? The petals were wounded in rain. Casual violence spreads in the

Drop by drop your blood is darkning Are you afraid what else is happening? Ever noticed the sun at the time of rising? Its the way satrs sacrifice their lightening Have you ever seen the dead lips smiling? Where maturity

I sit tensed nervy, anxious and worried So much to pack so small my bag. The laughs, the warmth The support, the advices How can I pack so small my bag Nostalgia engulfs me teary eyed, indebted I am so

Sitting here by the fireside in the shadow of a golden light I reflect on my life and once again the poet writes… Just like a sacred journey back to The Temple of The Heart these are ancient times somewhere

On a cool evening, With sun shining, And wind breezing, Waves in the sea rising, I was alone walking Along the beach improvising the thoughts of simple living And high thinking. I saw a woman and child passing chatting with

Silence in crowded place is like a mirage in desert Silence after failing in Exams is like a darkness in the Noon Silence in Hospital is like a noose around the neck Silence between the couple is like a volcano

The space shrinks when moon breaks the black night. An aching flotilla does not reach home. The wait ends in your poems. Clutching at floating truths you help to save the words of predicament. Ultimately a temple walks free without

Shooting star With a quicksilver mind, You deserve to go so far, Can’t someone stop you Before you ruin your soul, With irreversible harm? Drinking all day, Every single day, Out of your head on booze, Is this the life,

Innocence of those eyes Innocence of those eyes, will never disguise , their dreams will fill their blood, with joyous thoughts, and gifts that love has brought innocence of a child is a blessing, which makes him see the beauty